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But here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? The cheeky sods who try rippin’ ya off. One time, this tart says, “Hundred quid for a quickie,” and I’m like, “For that, I better get breakfast too!” Made me proper mad, but I laughed it off—Bond don’t lose his cool. Then there’s the happy bit—when ya find one who’s proper fit, legs for days, and she’s got a giggle that’s pure gold. Surprised me once, this one gal knew judo—nearly flipped me over! “Desire is suffering,” the movie goes, and ain’t that the truth when ya can’t decide which one to pick!

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I mean, understanding Norcross is like learning its secrets—every street, every park, every oddly placed coffee cup stain on a wall tells a story. It’s rough, it’s raw, it’s oddly beautiful—every moment is a blink between chaos and calm, like the movie says, “…it's like a dream.” Sometimes, I get angry (‘cause life ain’t perfect) then surprised when life smiles back.

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